Yes, Beau was feeling kind of crabby.  He had clawed his way to the top only to find his girlfriend was still just as shallow, grasping, and shellfish (er, selfish) as she had always been.  Worse, she still kept talking to that little shrimp just to bait him.  Seemed to him like there was something fishy going on, but every time he’d ask her about it she would just clam up, said if he didn’t like it to get some oyster (er again–other) girl . . .